Post It Note Tuesday - 12.1.09

Today's post is part of SupahMommy's Post It Note Tuesdays. The idea (or challenge, in my case) is to "sum it all up in one neat n tidy little post it note".

Just a couple of notes from my end of the blog-o-sphere . . .

I generally don't include commentary or explanations . . . This time, however, a post it just isn't gonna cover it for one of these . . .

You think you know a person, right? Wrong . . . LoL!  :)

 Anyone else having trouble?

 I updated my Facebook/Twitter this morning via text message.  I texted, "Traffic sucks!  I'm gonna be late to work cause of some motorcycle accident".  Did that come off as evil to you?  I didn't think I said anything mean.  I guess I could have included what freeway it was and which exit it was near, but I'm not exactly in the business of reporting the news . . . I got this response, "I'm sure the injured cyclist apologizes for inconveniencing you".  Now then, it was not my intention to be mean.  I simply voiced that I was going to be late for work because of an accident.  This set the tone for my morning.  I was SO angry.  Then I felt guilty.  I read and reread my status update and still found no reason as to why it would merit this kind of response.  Am I being too sensitive?  I mean, maybe they were joking?  Maybe if they had softened it with a ;) or a 'LoL' I would be able to tell they were joking.  If he didn't like my status, why bother commenting on it, right?  Your thoughts, please.

 Isn't it gorgeous?

Satan . . . I mean . . . *ahem* . . . Target finally gave Natalie a night off!  We partied like it was 1999 . . .

Does anyone know who I would call about this?

 `Nuff said.

Yup . . . We have our fun moments in here . . . The boss is out sick today and you know that old saying . . . "While the cat's away . . ."

This one made me giggle so bad when I heard it!  Today was Terrifico Tuesday . . . We had burritos for breakfast here in the office . . . It reminded me of those old cartoons and TV shows where you would see a tourist trying to speak Spanish by adding an 'O' at the end of words . . . "Hola!  My name-O is Meeko!"

Ok?  Thanks so much!  :)

Hope your Tuesday was fabulous!

Belated Thanksgiving and Feliz Navidad!

Thanksgiving has come and gone . . .

Much to be thankful for . . . a loving family (extended and adopted family as well) . . . friends . . . food on the table . . . a roof over my head . . . a job . . . oh yea . . . puppies too.

Christmas is right around the corner . . . and so . . . let the decorating begin!

The only thing I'm missing is a wreath for the front door . . . I'm just too damn picky . . . So once I get the wreath for the door, I'll post a picture of it . . . In the meantime . . .

Enjoy these pics of Christmas at Meeko's!  :)

The stockings were hung from the staircase with care . . . The garland looks so pretty when it's lit!

This is my "glam" tree it sits in the loft . . . It's covered in silver and white glitter spirals with silver glass ornaments and I don't know if you can make them out, but the other ornaments are diamond-like jewels.

This is the "traditional" tree.  It's downstairs in the living room.

Did you see my tree topper?  Wanna closer look?  Yea, yea . . . I love Disney!

This is my very first nativity scene.  No . . . That's not what it said on the box . . . LoL!  :)  I've always wanted one, but have always found traditional ones way too creepy for my taste.  This one was perfect!  Even more perfect?  I picked it up at Walmart on Black Friday for $17!  It usualy goes for $39!

I improvised on a centerpiece this year . . . Ever seen those centerpieces at Costco or Sam's Club that go anywhere between $40 and $60?  This one cost me $15 to make!  Take an old vase . . . Go to Target and pick up a $10 wreath and a $5 box of small ornaments . . . drop the ornaments in the vase . . . place the vase in the middle of the wreath and voilà!  You have a gorgeous (and affordable) centerpiece!

I love sitting on the couch with all the lights off except for the Christmas trees and the garland.  It's gives me such a warm and fuzzy feeling inside.

I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving!  I wish you all a Merry Christmas . . . Happy Holidays . . . Feliz Navidad . . . Happy Hanukkah . . . Happy Kwanzaa . . . Whatever it is you celebrate.  :)

Ever heard of the one that combines everything in one?  Merry Christmahanukkwanzaakah!

Anywho . . . Hope y'all had a great Monday!  :)

Faceless Friday - 11.27.09

 Welcome to another installment of "Faceless Fridays"!

Is there something going on at your work place that you simply have to bitch about?

Did you do something so horrible you just have to put yourself on blast?

Has something (or someone) annoyed you so badly and you just have to get it off your chest?

Here's your chance to do so anonymously!

Read on for today's entries!

A big thank you to this contributor!

 

 

At one time in my checkered career, I was a customer service rep for a large bank.  When you dialed the 800 number to get your balance, to stop payment on a check, or to beg to have your overdraft fees reversed, I might have been the person on the other end of the line.  This was many years ago, and at that time, there were about 25 of us manning the phone lines, in little cubicles side by side.   We wore headsets with little microphones, had a computer screen in front of us on which we could bring up your account records, enabling us to answer any questions you might have.  The computer also told us what your average monthly balance had been for the past year, how many times you had overdrawn your account, what other accounts you had with the bank, etc.

One call I remember in particular went something like this:

“ABC Bank; my name is Ernestine (not my real name), how can I help you today?”

“You can reverse your damned overdraft charges, that’s what you can do!”

“May I have your account number so I can see what is happening with your account?”

“I can tell you what’s happening!  You’re charging me overdraft fees for something that is not my fault, and I want them reversed. Now!”

“I understand, but first I need your account number, so I can access your account and look at what has happened.”

“My account number is 55555555.”

“And your name?”

“If you’re looking at my account, then you know my name, it should be right there on the screen in front of you!”

“It may very well be, Ma’am, but I need your name and social security number to verify that I’m looking at the correct account.”

“If you’ve got account number 55555555 in front of you, then you’re looking at the right account!”

“Well, that is the account I’m looking at, now I just need to verify that you are indeed the person on that account.  May I have your name and social security number and the amount of your last ATM withdrawal?”

“WTF do you need that for?”

“Would you want me to give out your account information to someone else?  I have to verify the person to whom I am speaking is the one whose name is on the account.”

“Oh.  Jennifer Rudeness (not her real name) and my social security number is 555-55-5555.  My last withdrawal was for $20.00 and that was your fault, and that’s why I want the overdraft fee reversed!”

“You had a $7.00 balance, and you withdrew $20.00.  This created an overdraft of $13.00, which is why you were charged an overdraft fee.”

“I know that!  But all I wanted was $5.00 and the machine said the least I could take was $20.00, so I did, and that’s why it’s your fault, and I want that overdraft fee reversed, you bitch!”

And that is why I will no longer be the person on the other end of the line when people call the bank; I got tired of dealing with idiots.

Oh Beverly! & Las Vegas Pics

Ok, I'm punching this one out really quick!

While in Vegas I stayed at the Paris.  They gave me the wrong room and promised to fix it the next day.  Well fix it they did!  They upgraded me to a mini-suite!  The first night, however, a flyer happened to be slipped under the door for a pizza joint called Flamingo's Pizza.  OMG . . . I dunno . . . Maybe it's was the fact that I was completely still buzzing or that it was nearly 2 a.m. . . . but that pizza was grub!  Their sampler platter was pretty good too and I used my charm to swindle, I mean . . . talk the nice lady behind the counter out of an extra jalapeño popper because the damn thing only comes with one!  (I know . . . right?!)

Anywho . . . The lady behind the counter was Beverly.

Beverly is the employee we all WANT to be.  There was just no other way to say it . .. She was effing fierce!

Picture a grandmotherly type old lady, thrown in a bit of attitude, and a pack of smokes and you got you some Beverly. 

While we were there waiting for our food she got a phone call.  She told the person that she wasn't anymore important than anyone else and that she wasn't going to move her order up and that she was just going to have to wait becuase there were several orders ahead of her.  Well whoever was on the other side of the phone really pissed her off because all she said was, "Ma'am . . . I don't have to take this from you" and hung up the phone!

I could hardly contain my excitement as thoughts of this very post swam through my head!

The phone rang again and lo and behold . . . It was the very same person again!  This time Beverly said, "Ma'am.  I don't really care what you do.  I don't need your business." and hung up on her again!

The phone rang back again and she just let it ring!  It was fan-freakin-tastic!  OMG! 

See?!  It's the employee we all wish we could be!  The best part?  She freakin' gets away with it!

The look on my face must have been priceless because she look over at us and apologized, but I told her that she was freakin' awesome and that I worshipped the ground she walked on and if she minded at all if I wrote about her in my blog.

You gotta admit . . . Beverly is fierce!

Here are a couple pictures of the mini-suite:

Here's the door we had to go in to get to the antechamber to our room!

Here's that very same door, but open this time . . .

Here's the door to the room . . .

You enter into a little hallway area . . .

That leads to this little hallway . . .

That leads you to one of the comfiest beds in Las Vegas . . .

This room has one window here . . .

And the other window is behind this cute little sitting area . . .

The bedroom area leads to this smaller area where I sat and wrote some postcards . . .

Behind the desk is this closet . . . (yea I'm weird)

Which leads to a bathroom!  You can't see it, but there's a phone right next to the potty!

 

A replica of France's Arc de Triomphe.  Love it!  (For some odd reason I didn't get any pictures of the Eiffel Tower . . . Maybe it's cause I was too sloshed to step foot outside . . .)

Here's the view from the room during the day . . .

Which is only that much more magical at night time!

Gorgeous, right?  Viva Las Vegas indeed!

I wish you all an amazing Thanksgiving Day tomorrow

Cheers!  :)

Post It Note Tuesday - 11.24.09

Today's post is part of SupahMommy's Post It Note Tuesdays. The idea (or challenge, in my case) is to "sum it all up in one neat n tidy little post it note".

Just a couple of notes from my end of the blog-o-sphere . . .

 Hope you've all had a great Tuesday!  Tomorrow is Wednesday (Hump Day!) . . . If you're lucky . . . You're off Thursday and Friday!

I'm Back!

I'm back!  Did y'all miss me?

Thanks to all the guest writers that contributed posts during the past week!

Faceless Friday will be back this coming Friday!

On to the good stuff . . .

There are a few things that suck about being back from vacation after being off for a week . . .

First . . . Other drivers . . . I can't remember the last time I drove . . . I had forgotten what kind of imbeciles the DMV of the great state of Confusion . . . errr . . . I mean . . . California had bestowed licenses upon . . . I almost got pushed into a center island this morning!  I honked my horn like mad and gave the distracted @$$hole driver (talking on his damn cell phone) a proper one-fingered salute!  Definitely not the way to start off my morning . . .

Oh!  To the secretary upstairs who cut me off this morning on the way in . . . It wasn't me who slashed your tires . . . It was the collective group of us that you kept cutting off as you were weaving in and out of traffic only to make it to work at the exact same time as the rest of us . . . Dumb @$$ biznatch.

Wanna know what else I didn't miss?  My co-worker's whistling. I don't have the heart to tell her to knock it the eff off!

Wanna know what else tickles me pink?  When someone goes through all the trouble of getting you the colored paper (that is conveniently located in the cabinet next to the copier) they want you to make copies on, bring it all the way over to your desk, and ask you to make copies for them.  I mean . . . You were just there!  Anywho . . .

The laminators (which have been working just fine apparently) decided today that they were going to act up . . . Thanks for the warm welcome back . . . Rat bastards . . .

And one more thing work peoples . . . I've been off work for a week!  How about easing me into all the damn work y'all dumped on me?  My mind is very fragile right now . . . It's not used to doing much thinking lately . . . I mean . . . It's a miracle I even remember how to type!  LoL!  :)

Oh how easy it was to fall back into our old, disgruntled ways . . . ~sigh~  I missed me.  LoL!  :)

Over the next couple of days I'm gonna share pictures and stories from my week off . . .

On the way to Las Vegas . . . We stopped in this little town called Calico . . . I've been dying to go there for years now!  Finally . . . My day had come!  :)

After driving a couple of miles away from I-15 the first clue that we were at our destination . . .

Another sign may have been . . .

I don't know how many times I've seen this on the mountain and wanted to stop . . . (see CALICO on the mountain?)

Being in an old, western-themed ghost town does something to your head . . . Is it just me?  Or does this cloud look like a cowboy hat to you too?

There was this prospector behind a glass case, you can kind of make him out if you look close enough, the glare was horrible.  You could pay a quarter to watch him suffer . . . You mean I've been doing it for free this entire time???

They have this really neat little train that takes you on a tour of the old mining sites.  Tad of a bumpy ride and I could have sworn the damn rickety train was going to derail at any minute, but it was still really neat!

 

Went on this little gem of a tour . . . Let me tell you . . . Scary as hell!  It's SO freakin' dark inside that mine!

Yes . . . Cemeteries do scare me . . . But I still find them to be fascinating places.  I was  a tad sad it was closed so I couldn't wander around and look at the years and names on the tombstones.  I love the way the setting sun made the colors come out in this picture!

I hope you've enjoyed this short tour of Calico Ghost Town!  The only disappointment?  The mystery shack was closed.  It's only open on Saturdays and Sundays . . . not Fridays . . . Dang it!  I guess I'm just gonna have to go to Calico one more time . . .

I hope you all had a fabulous Monday!  (I'm psyching myself out here, k?)

Guest Writer: Lori Peterson

Today's installment of Faceless Friday has been postponed until next week . . .

Here we go . . .

Since I'm on vacation . . . I've lined up some guest writers (that's right, I called you writers, not bloggers) to keep y'all busy in my absence.

Today's Guest Writer is Lori Peterson!

Her blog is about her family. There's pictures. There's recipes. I love it! Visit her by clicking on the button below!

Without further adieu . . . Please enjoy this post by Lori Peterson!

Hi! This is Lori from http://www.petersonstlouis.com/">The Peterson Family and I am filling in for Meeko while he is on vacation. So this makes me fabulous by association, right? If I was with him and he committed a crime I would be guilty by association. Am I reaching here????

Anyhoodle.....

Meeko and I have so many things in common. We both work in offices that can be crazy and busy and there are days we want to scream in the face of our co-workers.

I work in a small office and I take care of all the Human Resources functions for this office. I can't tell you how many times I want to scream on a daily basis! Most people think that this is a cushy job and some days it is. But other days...well, not so much.

When people come in looking to work, they get sent to me. I have had to talk to paroled murderers, rapists, child molesters and sex offenders about job openings we have. In addition to them, I get the honor and privilege of dealing with people who live in a world that doesn't include soap, showers, deodorant and toothpaste.

(Yes, I know how envious you are right at this very moment.)

And don't even get me started on the http://www.petersonstlouis.com/2009/07/why-your-resume-sucks.html">resumes I see! Yikes! People, please, for the love of all that is good and holy, spellcheck that resume!

It's not always bad though, sometimes I help someone find employment that really, really is in need of it. I have to say the one that almost moved me to tears was helping a young man who was a refugee from Liberia. His story of leaving his country and bringing his family here was the kind of stories that movies are made out of. (Fled the country, separated from wife and daughter, reunited in US, find out daughter has cancer, get her surgery not possible in his old country, daughter's cancer is now in remission, more family joining them in US...seriously, movie of the week material.)

So, Meeko, we all hope that you are enjoying your vacation and can't wait for you to get back and share all the deets with us. I am sure that all your work peeps will be anxious for your return too. (Someone has to patrol the Resource Room after all!)

Oh, and we ALL want souveniers, okay?

Guest Writer: McSass

Since I'm on vacation . . . I've lined up some guest writers (that's right, I called you writers, not bloggers) to keep y'all busy in my absence.

Today's Guest Writer is McSass!

She serves up a whole steaming plate of sass over on her website. Visit her by clicking on the button below!

Without further adieu . . . Please enjoy this post by McSass!


I'd like to start off by thanking Meeko THE ABSOLUTE MOST Fabulous for asking me to write a guest post while he's gone and trusting that I'll write something funny. (God I hope he thinks these two things are funny) And with my luck someone will do something SO much more stupid after I send this off.....BUT I can't tell you how excited I was (and still am) to be able to spread my work-ness to others. Hopefully you all aren't bored to tears with my rambling!

Ok, two things happened today and both were disgusting. One happened AT work and one OUTSIDE of the building. The one outside the building happened to a co-worker of mine.

I'll start with the AT work story. Have you ever had that one co-worker that is just loud, obnoxious and just in some ways DISGUSTING?! I'm sure you have. So sit back and enjoy because I'm sure all of you will be glad this happened to ME and not you.

I typically have some sort of snacks up at my desk and some people like to indulge in these snacks, which I totally don't mind at all, but be respectful and either replace the bag if you eat a lot of it, or walk away from me and don't tell me what you need me to do for you while you're chomping away. The obnoxious co-worker I speak of did the whole scoop, eat, talk. Almost everyone in the office thinks the same of this woman. She's rude, nasty to people she doesn't like and just obnoxiously loud. She's the type of person to stand next to you while you're on the phone at work and she answers her cell phone and speaks so loudly that YOU have to put your call on hold. Yeah.

Anyhoo, after she's chomping away on my snacks, she decides to tell me the several things she has for me to do for her. She gets near the end of her instructions and I swear what happened next was almost in slow motion. How I was unable to dodge what happened next made me want to cry. As she's speaking, a piece of food that she's chewing flings out of her mouth and (I can feel all of your cringes from here) LANDS. ON. MY. CHEEK. *GASPS* I KNOW!!!!!!!!!!! How disgusting. I sat in shock for about 3 seconds as this small piece of spittle is on my cheek. I can see it by my nose! I quickly brush it off. I know she HAD to have seen herself do this. But she not ONCE apologizes or even FLINCHES! Are you kidding me? I would have died if I had done that to someone!!

As I'm still sitting in shock, she asks if I have any questions. Yes. WTF WAS THAT! GAH! Nastiness.

Oh, before I forget, the second thing that happened OUTSIDE of work.....There's an office building next door to where I work and some of our employee's park at that lot because it's easier to walk over from there than it is to walk up and down the fricken mountain in back (Hey Tyra, try THAT in heels!) So, as my co-worker friend is walking back from her car she see's a man and wife, the wife carrying the child. The child has a pacifier in it's mouth and ask their walking up to the door.....the unthinkable happens.......The pacifier falls out of the baby's mouth onto the ground. The nasty concrete ground. Keep in mind it's also been windy as all get out up here and who knows WHAT is scattered across the ground! The mother picks the pacifier up, puts it back into HER OWN MOUTH to "rinse it off". Now if the saliva in your mouth becomes anti-bacterial sanitizer when you become a mother.....then it's all good, but it's doubtful. After she rinses off said pacifier in her mouth, she hands it back to baby who's happy as a clam to have her "binky" back.

I'll be awaiting the next case of the Hini-Flu to be diagnosed here. I'll go STRAIGHT into hibernation, I swear. DON'T think I won't!

Ok that's enough of my Sass for one day, thanks again for reading and a special thanks to my favorite disgruntled secretary for letting me spread my sass!!!

Guest Writer: Anonymous

Since I'm on vacation . . . I've lined up some guest writers (that's right, I called you writers, not bloggers) to keep y'all busy in my absence.

Today's Guest Writer is ANONYMOUS!

Without further adieu . . . Please enjoy this post by Anonymous!

Office Bathroom Pet Peeves

All you men out there might not know this but women can be just as disgusting when it comes to toilet etiquette. Okay it is true that I am a bit of a toilet-phobe so these things bother me more than other people but still seriously. Following are my most irritating toilet pet peeves (sorry for the grossness in advance but someone has to say it).

1- I work in an office that has a bathroom with six stalls as well as two private bathrooms a little farther down the hall. What I will never understand is why when someone has to drop a stinkin' load they do not walk a few extra feet to a private bathroom where other people will not have to hear it or smell it? I am the person that always walks in after the person has dropped said load and I always pick the stall they were just in even when I try sooo hard not to! If someone is in the bathroom at the time I am too embarrassed to back out of the stall for fear it was their load. So instead I will pee super fast while breathing out my mouth but trying not to inhale poop fume particles.

2- How is it that poop stains get on the back part of the toilet seat? I mean do you have a poop smear all the way up to your lower back for it to print the seat? Please clean up your poop prints so the next person doesn't have to dry heave their way back to their desk.

3- How do you forget to flush the toilet? And what is even more puzzling is how you forgot to put the toilet seat cover into the toilet? I have gone into the office bathrooms on several occasions to find the toilet seat cover still on the toilet. It has obviously been used as it is wrinkled in all the right ass sitting places. Please check your toilet receptacle and deposit ALL your supplies in the flushing water so the next person doesn't have to balance on one foot while their other foot cleans up after you.

4- Lighting a match to cover your tracks may seem like a good idea but really it is just alarming for people that think the building is on fire.

Thank you!

Guest Writer: Supah Mommy

Since I'm on vacation . . . I've lined up some guest writers (that's right, I called you writers, not bloggers) to keep y'all busy in my absence.

Today's Guest Writer is Supah Mommy!

Do you wanna laugh your behind off? Visit her website by clicking the button below!

Without further adieu . . . Please enjoy this post by Supah Mommy!



Preface:
I love prefaces.
Hi all of my Meeko's little fanfare! I LOVE Meeko, don't you? I just love sayin his name
number 1 MEEKOMEEKOMEEKOMEEKOMEEKO - and number dooce He's so animated and fun. Takes away some of the doldrums of the blog world!

His hand on hip stuff is enough to make me fall over.

SO thank you Meeko for the opportunity to go to work for you, mess your desk sh*t up , wrinkle your post it note edges, BECOME BFF's with N, leave stanky ol coffee cups lying around and the BEST re-organizing your paper clip pile to say this:

Here's an old post from when I used to work in a childcare setting. I am a skilled and highly trained educator- SUPAH EDUCATOR.. but the jobs in my area are nil. I had to go to work to buy mac n cheese and such so I chose a childcare setting so that my kiddos could be RIGHT NEXT TO ME and I could stalk their teachers every move. My middle name is control. My first name is Janet. Miss Jackson if yer nasee.

xoxo
SupahMommy

Circa: 2007

I have a co worker I cannot stand. She is so white trickety trash and unprofessional it kills me.

I don't have to directly- directly ( that's like.. he "like likes" you) work with her.. but I work with her enough to want to find a magic spell and wisk her off to no mans land. Preferably one in which she is forced to do hard labor and then write a 45 page essay on how to be professional at work.

POOF! ****

She's late. She dresses unprofessionally. Gag. She wears JAMMIE PANTS! HOLY MOTHER LOAD .. flannel jammie pants?? To work? FLAMMIES??

Now I love me some Jammie Pantz... don't snark on the FLAMMIES. But there's a time and place for all things flannel. Work.. is NAH- OT the place.

Take notes peeps. Grab that old envelope and write THAT LITTLE TIDBIT down, like I would and then promptly lose it. Like I do.. all things important.

She does not do a good job with the kids. ETc. etc. That's a given. You probably soothsayed that no?

But more importantly and directly affecting MOI...

She's one of those snide people who can't stand that when someone else walks in whose fabulous ( ME ME ME) it makes them ( her) look... um.. UN farking FABULOUS to the hilt. AS if.. it took only ME and my greatness TO POINT THAT OUT. She's like the arfin poster child for work related NO NO'S AND UH OHS. You know those posters about serenity and team work? Yah.. hers are like THIS.. ( but with her face on it)

I KNEW I HAD seen her somewhere. I should've noted it then. Taken notes. On the back of a post it written in highlighter.

SHE makes excuses for her lack of .. whatever... and makes snide comments to me abouT about " how good i am. " Loaded positive comments? yah know.. * keep em coming WT- KEEP EM comin... MAMA'S gettin ready to knock you out of those flammies.

So anyways I stepped into this job.. way late. the teacher previously to me did not begin these child evaluations ( thank you very much) that were in depth and pretty intensive. requiring observations, checklists, pictures and conference summaries blah blah blah..

I had approx 15 days to do my students. EVery PLUCKING PORTION. All me. No prob. THis is easy street for me.

Deadline was yesterday. Keep in mind... this is an ongoing thing that all teachers are and have been aware of FOR MONTHS. MA- ONTHS!

Me.. I walked into it. So I turn mine in early of course.

SUPAH STAH!

Deadline rolls around.Yesterday.and guess whose NOT EVEN BEGUN THE LAST PORTION... the summaries.

Ol WT FLAMMIE WEARER herself.

Guess what she did ?

Arranged for me to cover her students for all of the LIVE LONG day so that she could take ADDITIONAL work time to FINISH THEM..

HOLD ME BACK PEOPLE- HOLD SUPAH BACK!!

That ho was gone from 10 am til 2 and only came back because I was leaving.

This after WALKING IN A HALF AN HOUR LATE that morning. While I struggled with kids who weren't used to me... my room.. etc.

I commented to her that it was unfair THAT she take extra work time and leave me with her students.

She commented back that she didn't' have the "liberty" to work at home like i did.

ohhhh HOLD ME BACK ² PEOPLE.. HOLD ME BACK ²!

I commented back. It has nothing to do with liberty, only choice.

I chose to get my work done (SUPAH STAH!) and while my girls were bathing etc.. I worked. I took every opportunity at work that I had to finish them and then brought work home when i could not.

I don't think she understood my professional speak. Go fig.

So instead I....

Lit her on fire with one blink of my magic eyes.. I'm good like that.

I'M FURIOUS. I've contacted the director who was not there on Friday and told her I wanted to speak to her confidentially about a matter. Will do so on Monday. Am I wrong? I work my butt of there and this is how I'm rewarded.. by watching slackers... take advantage of me and the system. grr.. help.

Tranny ho.

Y- I- OTTA. GRRRRRRRR

* Update for those of you absolutley on the edge of your pins and needles seats!

Whatever happened to the WT- Tranny Ho FLAMMIE WEARING Uh OH No NO at work Poster Child?

I became her boss. BOO-YA!

Awww yah.

Nuff said.

( I LOVE WHEN I SAY BOO-YA.. cuz I'm truly have no BOO nor no YA in my system)

ALso.. whose the WT now with all my ghetto speak.

xoxo
Happy Vacation Mr. MeekoFab